<table border=0 width=100%><tr valign=top><td nowrap></td><td><p><b>You say, </b>'Hail'
<br><b>Gretta Mottle says </b>'Greetings. [Your Name].  I'm Gretta Mottle.  Tumpy has been kind enough to let me to set up my bakery in his fine establishment here.  Unfortunately. with that nasty plague corruptin' the crops in the Plains of Karana. things are goin' a bit slow for me.  I keep runnin' out of bread and muffins to sell.  Because of flour bein' easily spoiled now. it takes longer to make 'em just right.  My assistant Buggle is still learnin' how to cook.  Hehe.. All he can make is Meat Pie.  If I don't get any [help to bake] soon I won't be able to keep the supply up with the demand.'
<p><b>You say, </b>'what help to bake'
<br><b>Gretta Mottle says </b>'Glad to hear it.  Are ye thinkin' of helpin' me to [bake muffins] or did ye want to [fetch some bread] for me?'
<p><b>You say, </b>'what bake muffins'
<br><b>Gretta Mottle says </b>'Ah. if ye want to help me with the bakin'
<p><b>You say, </b>'what fetch some bread'
<br><b>Gretta Mottle says </b>'The only one who can make bread almost as good as I can is Jarlen Meadowgreen.  He lives a long way off though.. in the southern Plains of Karana.  If ye travel there. tell him that you are there to pick up some bread loaves for me.'
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